Barbie

I am Barbie. I am not Barbie because I am tan, blonde, and thin. I am Barbie because I will always and forever be anything you want me to be. I’m a doctor, teacher, and sometimes a bride. I am a mother, a sister, and sometimes a girlfriend. I am nothing until you tell me what I am. I have no characteristics until you tell me what they are. I was not created to be who I wanted to be. I was created so I could be who others wanted me to be. Live out your dreams through me, because I do not dream my own. Pick me up and tell me what to do and who to be, because I will not move otherwise. Tell me who I am, because I do not know anymore.

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